Whilst racing down the tunnel to demise
The gatso lit up the skies with its electronic rays,
Plummeting to the depths below
The Titanic has sunk and its crew it does follow
Plucking pearls from the ocean floor,
Unfastening dead ladies necklaces and rings,
Staring deep inside their eyes,
Staring deep into their loneliness.
Floating corpses turn blue then silver
As the gatso's rays strike against the water,
Dead arms wave out like weeds,
Dead arms wave out into the loneliness.
